New Ulm weekly review., 1887-11-30
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Now a hush, a slight huJSering
among the congregation, O rustic or
garments, with now and then q sub
dued whisper as the pulpit was rolled
close to the chancsl. and the new
curate assembled.
He's just lovaly!" whispered Mar
ella: pulling softly at my sleeve. DO
look at him, Miss sKenwooa."
~ kept my eyes downcast. Ii every
woman in the congregation cast CLAN
ces OF admiration,I was asdetermined to
do otherwise.
.sAm ! my brothers keeper2' was
the text.
Clear and distinct came the words
OF the speaker.
The first words had caused my
heart to beat wildly. How like that
voice OF long ago, that rich, soft voice
that had pleaded for my love lis
tened like one in dream, until rails
ed my eyes to see before me-Robert
Preston.
Yes, Robert Preston. Changed to
be sure-not the bright, boyish face OF
long ago There were lines of care and
suffering on it now, while the dark
hair was streaked with silver.
Was Kathleen dead? I wondered.
Had he given up his practice? Was he
happy?
Fifty different things crowded upon
my memory.
Why had fate thrown us more once
together after my bitter struggle to
forget?
One thing was determined upon; I
must leave the village. I dared not
trust myself further. Reason MS [
would, my heart told me that / loved
him still.
It was all over! I could hear the
whispered comments on the new Gu.
rate.
The singers were chanting in that
nasal, drawing tone so natural to
Village choirs, and still sat dream
ing.
''''Are you coming?" asked my com
panion; then, as arose mechanically
to obey, Don't you like him. Miss
Kenwood? Do tell me! You listened
attentively, and once, as / looked at
you thought you were going to faint
away, you looked 50 pale. Are you
lll?" Y
"Yes, like him." i said aloud, while
my heart whispered, "God pity me, I
love mimi" @..
We were out once more in the bright
sunshine, coming quite unexpectedly
upon a little group, composed Of the
wealthler members OF the congresa-
tion gathered around the new curate.
They had learned he was a man OF
wealth and standing, choosing hls
calling simply as q matter Of taste.
Some one-1 think it was the par-
sons wlfe-presented me to him.
Our eyes met; our hands touched,
as, resting those serious eyes upon
me. he sold: II have had the pleas
ure OF meeting Miss Kenwood before"
cannot tell you how it happened
that we were all walking out through
the church-yard towards the highway,
and lfound myself alone with Robert.
He was the first to break the silence.
1t panied me to think it was a COM
monplace remark.
'How is Kathleen?" / asked en-
deavorirg to show him how liGtle
cared for the past, and how, without
betraying the slightest emotion, I
could inquire after his wife's health.
''Kathleen!' He looked rather
dazed at the question. Il believe she
is well, but not happy poor girlp'
He believed she was well. How
strange! Had he grown weary OF her
as OF me? Was he utterly devoid Of
honor?
Not happy?" Isaid, as I toyed
nervoasly at the roses III my bodice
"She should be very happy as-as
your wife," ] faltered.
''As my wife?" he said, gazing in
blank amazement. Ibid you-oh
Matte, you have judged me wrongly
/ never married Kathleen
He looked like man upon whom q
sudden truth had dawned, or one &C
cused af q great wrong who was able
to prove mis- innocence.
1t was in the twilight before service
that he told me all. The notice con-
corning Robert Preston and wife re-
ferred 20 his cousin. He had entered
the ministry from choice, as he came
into a large fortune through thedeath
Of an. uncle. True he admired Ilath-
leen as q man would admire a beauti-
full woman, but he never had the
SASilGSoG lcSllliE VI IOVc lOI5 llSf. ts5,E
The scene in the winery was simple
ruse gotten up by Robert and Kath-
leen tcexcite my jealousy. little dream
ing of the result.
Kathleen made an unfortunate
match. like most beautiful women
Poor girl! what dear kind letter she
sent to us, telling how happy she was
to hear we were reunited!
''Just think of It'll" said Mrs. Briggs.
"Hc came back to her after the other
lady had given him the mitten. I
wouldn't t take him. Would your"
We can afford to laugh al her idle
gossip, we are SO happy, Robert and l.
l smile proudly to think that without
setting my cap Icaptnred the new
curate after AL.
Jenny Lind's Romance.